I See London

I'm locking all the doors
I'm busting up the mirrors
Reflection is a dirty thing
It seems that's all too obvious

I didn't dim the lights enough, they see me
Against the wall
I'm making silhouettes
And it's all my fucking fault

I would prefer a breeze
But I'll settle for this drink in front of me
The humid night just sticks to my skin
Isn't that so generous?

It follows me to sleep
And now I toss and turn in
I sit at the edge of the bed
Strumming what's inside of me

I guess this night's been turned into something useful
I'm strumming my guitar, looking out a dirty window
I'm drunker than I've been
What else do I have to say or sing?